Hiding

See when I used to look in the mirror
All I saw was a boy
Mangled by himself
Fucked for mental health
Well, how could I have known?
How could I have known?
What to do or what to say
Oh, I'll just fuck it up anyway
In your driveway, your hairs turned grey
I'll see you on another day
Just like I said I would
Just like I said I would

Cause the only thing that made me feel good
Was coming home
Ridden with retrospect
Haunted by mistakes and yet
I can't decide where to hide
No, I can't decide where to hide

When I turn around
A missing piece of myself I found
Without fear and without doubt
Text replies and canyon droughts

See, one particularly blurry Sunday night
Everything was near
Everything was clear
And I knew just what I had to do
To break on through to you
Yes I knew just what I had to do
To break on through to you

Cause the only thing that made me feel good
Was coming home
Ridden with retrospect
Haunted by mistakes and yet
I can't decide where to hide
No, I can't decide where to hide
No, I can't decide where to hide



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Writer(s): Austen Bowker
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